Vohn watched as his former padawan threw down his weapon of the sith. He had never scolded him for falling from the darkside. He had never truly commited to it as Jessan had. He and Alphonse had many conversations with each other about the nature of the light and the dark over thier many meetings, and it would seem that Alphonse had finally decided to join the ranks of the light once more. He was overjoyed that his friend had returned, but now another student of his was in far graver danger.
Through the force, he could sense his padawan fighting a great evil. This was not a sith that Vohn was familiar with, but he wasn't about to leave his padawan alone with one of the wolves. Nimor was very tallented with force sight himself, perhaps a natural. Vohn hoped he could see his master coming to help, and that he would know that all he had to do was hold the sith off for a few minutes. They weren't too far from where Vohn was now, and Vohn and Alphonse wouldn't take long to get there. It was almost like old times, running along side one of his best friends, charging against the sith. Vohn silently hoped that it could be that way again.













